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Snicklefritz! A New Book! Another Grandma In Trouble.

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After months of writing and agonizing, my new young reader book Snicklefritz is out on Amazon for the Kindle. The paper back version will be out in a couple of weeks. Yes, this one I published myself. It is in honor of the love I feel for  my Grandchildren. I decided to do it myself because I have full control that way. You know how I love control. It is not perfect. I did have it edited but the first time I uploaded it the spacing was wrong, not on my document but something got lost in translation.

I hope you will forgive the mistakes if you are older, young at heart, and decide to read it. I hope you can read between the lines and see the love and the heart in this book. I had to go with my gut on this one. It is what it is, a labor of love in honor of my grandchildren.

Read on and for those of you that write, write on. Don’t let your fears get in your way.

And remember my books with Cozy Cat Press in the Fuchsia, Minnesota Series. The Grannies are busy. http://www.amazon/dp/B00KTKVLHW

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Trash or Treasure? What Does Your Computer Measure?

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Computers are supposed to save us time. Computers are supposed to cut down on our paperwork. I admit I am a file hoarder. It is time to clean out my cell phone and clean up the files on my computer. I think creative types like me tend to clutter while creating. What fun is it to get rid of all those old files anyway?

Not only do I write but I love to create weird artwork on my computer. No one else might think it is any good. I don’t think it is any good, but it is relaxing to draw the way I feel on any given day. It is fun to try out all the new graphic programs. You never know when I might need one of them. Who wants to spend time pushing the delete button on the computer when a fabulous recipe or a friend are waiting online?

I recently watched a show about hoarders. My house doesn’t look like that, but if anyone looked at my computer they would see a hoarder. I don’t delete emails. I don’t clean up the old files. I was a computer repair person. You would think I would do what I told my clients to do but who has the time? That is a good excuse anyway.

The same goes with messages on my cell phone. You never know when you might need an old message. I know it’s time to delete when a friend recently got a message from me that was part of a message from over a year ago, and part of a message I texted the other evening. It was a very confusing message. I laughed when she showed it to me. I think she thought I possibly had tipped too many bottles of wine when I wrote it.

What about all those emails from all my email accounts? I so envy the people that I know that have everything perfect in folders. I want to be that person but I am always on to the next thing. Organizing emails isn’t as much fun as writing or painting or creatively making computer art that no one wants to look at.

I wasn’t an office organizer either when we had all that paperwork that we don’t have now because computers are going to save us time. The computer will only save us as much time if the person running it is organized.

I think the everyday details  of office work are too boring for creative minds. We work better in chaos. Who can find anything after we organize and have a place for everything? I can’t.

Let’s not forget the pictures on the computer. My pictures that are on my computer and on my phone are not organized either. They are like the real pictures in the storage boxes that need to be organized. I take the pictures, love the pictures but don’t take the time to have them printed out or organized any way except  by the way the camera put them on my computer.

Someday when I am an old woman I will color the folders on my computer red.
I shall sit down and organize my pictures into purple boxes.
I shall empty the computer trash and trash the photos where I am doing something boring.
I will keep only those emails which lift me up and not take me down.
I will with the touch of a button hit the delete button on the boring so that in my old age I will only keep soaring.
But until then I will cherish my scattered mind, let the colors in my brain flow and let the creativity show.
My computer mess will wait, my kids can smash it when I am at heaven’s gate.
That sounds like a good solution to me, I’ll go on creating and be who I am meant to be.

Remembering how Past Wars Shape Our Lives!

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Something About Nothing Column published in the Albert Lea Tribune on May 26, 2014

Every year I rack my brain when it comes to holiday columns. I always wonder what I could possibly say that I haven’t said before. Memorial Day weekend is here. Take time to remember those who fought to protect America, remember their families, etc., etc., etc. How many ways can I spin this and still be sincere?

The other evening I was watching the unveiling of the new 9/11 Memorial Museum. Firefighters, members of the military and public citizens marched into the museum carrying the giant American flag, which had been flying from a building beside the World Trade Center on Sept. 11, 2001. It had been damaged and found in the debris at Ground Zero. This flag was transferred into the museum to be part of a permanent collection in the museum. american-flag-2a

World War II took place before I was born. The Korean War took place when I was a toddler. The Vietnam War took place during my teen and young adult years. The Persian Gulf War took place as I was raising my children.

I remember the exact place I was in the grocery store when it was announced over the speaker that we were at war. It was a scary feeling. I remember the basketball game during the few days and the patriotism that people felt at what was happening. As I age we are fighting a war in Afghanistan.

Those are listings of the wars that get the most press. According to Wikipedia, between 1900 and the present the United States has been involved in some way or another in 42 wars.

On Sept. 11, 2001, the world as we knew it changed again. Watching the museum ceremony on television and the interviews with the people who actually lived 9/11 in person brought tears to my eyes. I remembered the way the world stopped for America that day.

I have to imagine that is the way my ancestors felt at the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Their world, too, changed that day.

The world we live in has to adjust to the changes that war brings to our lives, whether the war is on our soil. We have had to adjust to husbands, fathers, wives, mothers and sons and daughters leaving home to fight for our freedoms. We have had to adjust to a more restrictive way of life. I would imagine our ancestors had to do the same. Little by little the world has changed to what we now know after 9/11.

I am 64 years old, and I realize there has been a war going on for most of my life. Hearing the casualties and the news about attacks and bombings has become a way of life that gets lost in our news because we are used to it. Soldiers’ injuries and mental health problems from long tours overseas is talked about and has become a daily conversation. Post-traumatic stress disorder has become a common term in our world. We go on with our lives, walk the streets with our neighbors and settle in to accept these things as an everyday way of life passing the issues off as normal news.

For those who live with injuries, death of loved ones and instability because of emotional issues, the normal news is their fact of life. They aren’t a passing story; they can’t take their issues for granted because they must live them day in and day out.

It’s Memorial Day. Take some time to reflect on what the conflicts of the past and the conflicts of the future have cost us as a country. Consider what the conflicts have cost the veterans of yesterday and the soldiers and their families of today. Take some time to reflect on how your life has been changed because of these conflicts.

And then say thank you to a veteran. Say thank you because even in the country where we complain about our politicians, the cost of living, the job market, our churches, our police force, health care and our president we still are free to verbalize our thoughts. We still are free to worship in our religion of choice. We still are free to complain or shout with joy. We still live in the greatest country, the home of the brave and the land of the free.

And we still are free to thank those who keep us free.

Thank you.